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Chapter 117 117. The Past of the Three Brothers

Jiang Xingmeng knew about the Nan family.

It was mentioned in the original book-"Since the decline of the Nan family, the title of the richest man in the cultivation world has changed", "In the past, the Nan family was very rich, no one would envy them, but they still fell in the end."

Jiang Xingmeng: "..."

Ah this.

Calculating the time, the decline of the Nan family will be about two years later.

But to know more about the Nan family, Jiang Xingmeng had to come to the world of comprehension.

Previously in Penglai Xiandao, she heard a Penglai disciple on the island say: "Penglai Xiandao is only famous for treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases. If you really want to say that the number one family of medicine and poison in the cultivation world, it has to be the Nan family of Yixian Valley." .”

Today's world of comprehension can be divided into three major schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, and can also be divided into Xianmen, Aristocratic Family, and Xianmeng.

Aristocratic families, such as the Lin family, Xie family, and Nan family, are all considered aristocratic families.

Xianmen, such as Qingming School, Ziweifu, Tianji Pavilion, etc., which recruit talents, are also called Xianmen.

As for the Xianmeng, it is probably an organization formed by the top immortal sects and aristocratic families, and is in charge of the legal system of the cultivation world.

Doctor Immortal Valley is the current leader of Xianmeng.

It is unlikely that such a prominent family will collapse within two years, unless something particularly serious happens, or... it has already begun to happen now.

Jiang Xingmeng was thoughtful, and vaguely guessed that nothing good happened to the Nan family.

But, the third senior brother seems to have a bad relationship with the Nan family...

Jiang Xingmeng said to Nan Zhixiang: "I know that the third senior brother is from the Nan family. I wonder if the third senior brother is willing to tell me what is going on between you and the Nan family?"

Logically speaking, Nan Zhixiang is the young master of the Nan family, and the future is indeed bright. Why did he come to Ziwei Mansion, which is not visible and not dewy, and live almost incognito?

Nan Zhixiang lowered his eyes, sighed, and took a sip of tea: "I entered the Ziwei Mansion that year, and it has been about 12 years now."

"The matter, of course, has to start from 12 years ago. I still remember that it was the Huachao Festival 12 years ago..."

Jiang Xingmeng's heart skipped a beat.

Her birthday...is also the Flower Festival.

And she was born 12 years ago.

Jiang Xingmeng clenched his fists calmly, then looked at Nan Zhixiang encouragingly, waiting for him to continue.

……

Twelve years ago, Nan Zhixiang was only, in the world of comprehension, that is, the age of just coming of age.

At that time, Nan Zhixiang was a true gentleman, self-restraint and ritual, two meals a day, playing the piano and reading, reciting poems and painting, from head to toe, "restraint" and "knowledge" were written all over.

At that time, Nan Zhixiang, who was only eighteen years old, had a late-stage Jindan cultivation, and was a master of both medicine and poison. Everyone would praise him as "Nanjia Qilinzi" when they saw him.

All in all, everything seems to be going well.

That year, Prime Minister Nan was granted the title of Young Master of the Nan Family, which was understandable - his father was the head of the Nan Family and the Master of the Medical Immortal Valley, and he was the highest and most solid among the younger generation. The one who is the most generous, he came to be the young master, no one is not convinced.

On the second day when he became the young master, Nan Zhixiang was taken to a place by his uncles at home, and one of the uncles told him solemnly: "This is the secret of the Nan family and the root of the Nan family's fortune. Ah Xiang, you Father can't tell, but we know that you are much smarter and more tactful than your father..."

Nan Zhixiang vaguely had a bad premonition in his heart, and this premonition reached its peak when he saw the demon cultivator and mortals in a whole cell.

Those demon cultivators and mortals without cultivation bases were tortured to the point of inhumanity. The cell was filled with the smell of medicine, blood, and rancidity... It was extremely unpleasant.

And those people can't be called "people" at all—some have broken hands and some have broken legs. Those wounds have exposed the bones, and everyone's face is numb, and even someone's arrival can't attract their attention.

He tremblingly asked: "...What are these?"

An uncle didn't take it seriously: "It's a medicine man. But it's all demon cultivators and mortals, so it doesn't matter."

After a pause, he saw Nan Zhixiang's ugly and shocked face, and couldn't help but sneered: "Young master, you wouldn't have mercy on these people, would you? If it weren't for these medicine men, how would we know about the medicines and poisons in our Nan family?" Efficacy? If there were not these medicine men, how would we heal others and create our current family business?"

The corner of Nan Zhixiang's mouth raised reluctantly, and then fell down quickly: "...if the Xianmeng and the Demon Realm find out, do you know the consequences?"

After all, Prime Minister Nan is smart, he is not a child, he will not directly accuse them of inhumanity, nor will he directly question such an approach, but raise questions from his own standpoint.

Seeing that Nan Zhixiang didn't seem to reject it, the uncle couldn't help but smiled: "Why don't you say that the young master is the young master... Don't worry, these mortals are beggars or orphans, and neither mortals nor Xianmeng will notice... ...As for those demon cultivators, we have deliberately selected mortals with roots and taught them to cultivate the demon cultivator's mind, so that they won't offend the demon world."

Prime Minister Nan listened to this uncle's talk, his words were full of pride and pride, as if he thought this was a great idea, and he couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

... He can still remember that when he was a child, it was this uncle who taught him medicine. At that time, this uncle touched his head and solemnly told him: "The doctor is kind."

What a good one...the doctor is benevolent!
Nan Zhixiang was confused, but suddenly remembered something, frowned on purpose, and asked in dissatisfaction: "My father...doesn't support this matter?"

Another uncle sneered: "It's not just that he doesn't support it? He threatened to punish us on the spot! Killing relatives with righteousness... Huh, aren't we also for the Nan family and the Medical Immortal Valley?!"

After a pause, he looked at Nan Zhixiang meaningfully: "He is pedantic and stubborn, but the young master is not like that..."

Nan Zhixiang knew it in his heart.

It's strange that the relationship between his father and them has been a little stiff recently, and it's no wonder that they can't wait to bring themselves here the second day after they became the young master, probably because they want to test their attitude.

... If he shows even the slightest bit of displeasure and disgust, I'm afraid that he, the young master, will be nothing in the end, and he may even die because of it.

He looked around, the people here had cultivation levels higher than his, and he didn't dare to hold him accountable.

So Nan Zhixiang still maintained his usual gentlemanly demeanor: "Uncles, this is for the Nan family and for the Yixian Valley. The younger generation is the young master, so naturally he is wholeheartedly dedicated to the Yixian Valley and the Nan family."

This is an indirect expression of attitude.

But which one was not a human being, no matter how old Nan Zhixiang was, it was only the disgust deep in his heart that was captured by many people.

That night, Nan Zhixiang was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep, but suddenly found someone broke into his courtyard.

(End of this chapter)